Ellie walked into the den, smiling when she saw Garrett sitting on the couch. She skipped over and fell sideways onto his lap, crossing her legs as she wrapped an arm around his neck.
"Whoa, Ellie," Garrett held his hands back, watching the doorway to make sure none of the other men were near the room.
"Come on," she sighed, grabbing one of his hands and placing it on her thigh. Garrett closed his eyes and took a deep breath before moving his hand back to the couch.
"Dean will actually kill me," he whimpered as Ellie began kissing his cheek.
When she didn't get the reaction from him that she hoped, Ellie huffed and slid off of his lap onto the couch next to him, leaving her legs on top of his.
"We've been secretly doing this for almost a year, and now that they know you're being all weird?"
"We only ever...did stuff...at my apartment, Ellie," Garrett groaned, rubbing the back of his neck before resting a hand on her calf. "Here we'd have to worry about your dad or uncles catching us."
"I'm not saying we should have sex on the couch, dude," Ellie rolled her eyes, "Just wanted a kiss."
Garrett looked over at her as she tilted her chin down and gave him her best puppy dog eyes, her bottom lip pouting out just enough to make her look pitiful. He shook his head and closed his eyes before leaning over and grabbing the back of her neck, pulling her face to his. Just as their lips met, they were interrupted by a loud clearing of a throat from the doorway. Garrett immediately tried to pull away, but Ellie was holding the collar of his open button up tightly enough that he couldn't back up.
"Really?" Dean growled. Garrett finally reached up and pulled Ellie's hands off of his shirt, licking his lips as he sat up straight on the couch, her legs still resting on his lap. All three men were standing directly inside the den, all with their arms crossed and narrowed eyes.
"I wasn't—"
"Nope, don't even try," Dean closed his eyes and held up a finger.
"We need some new rules," Cass added, his glare switching back and forth between the two young people on the couch.
"Fine," Ellie shrugged, laying her head back onto the arm of the couch and closing her eyes.
"First things first," Sam walked over, flicking her forehead and making her pick her head back up. "No more staying out until super late every night."
"You're giving me a curfew?" Ellie scoffed, raising an eyebrow.
"Only when you're with Garrett," Cass responded.
Ellie bit the insides of her cheeks, taking slow and deep breathes. "Fine. What time do I have to be home then?"
"Ten."
"What? No. One o'clock."
"A.m.?" Dean scoffed, leaning forward and laughing sarcastically, "Definitely not."
"Eleven," Sam countered, staring down at Ellie.
"Eleven thirty."
"Deal," Sam sighed loudly. "Next rule, no closed doors while you're here."
"Okay," Ellie swung her legs onto the floor and stood up, putting her hands on her hips and looking between the three men, "That means you guys can't get all pissy if you see us doing something."
"Which brings us to another rule," Dean walked closer to her, "Cool it with the PDA."
"I'll be eighteen in two days," Ellie scoffed, "I can kiss my boyfriend when I want."
"We just mean no..." Sam trailed off, trying to think of the best way to word his thoughts, "No touching of...nether regions."
"Okay gross," Ellie rolled her eyes, "I'm not stupid, I'm not going to have sex with him while you guys are here."
"This seems like a family issue, I'm just going to—" Garrett tried to rush out of the room, only to have Dean grab the back of his shirt and yank him back into the room.
"Oh no, you're a part of this," Dean shoved him over towards Ellie.
"This brings us to another discussion," Sam took a deep breath, placing his hands on his hips, "I trust that we don't need to tell you two to use protection."
"Dad," Ellie hissed, reaching up and placing her hands over her eyes. Garrett's eyes got huge and he sat back down on the couch, leaning forward and looking at the floor.
"You get pregnant, you're dead," Dean added, shrugging with his arms crossed.
"We're not idiots," Ellie groaned, "We've used a condom every time we've had sex, and there's been a lot—"
"Okay," Garrett interrupted loudly, standing up and moving to stand next to Ellie with a nervous smile, "They don't need to know details, El."
"I agree," Cass spoke up quietly, looking a little pale from the doorway.
Just as Sam was about to respond, his phone began ringing in his pocket. He pointed a finger at Ellie and narrowed his eyes at her, "We're not done with this conversation."
"Whatever," she reached out and grabbed Garrett's hand, pulling him towards the door. Dean and Cass split apart, letting the couple leave the room. Once they were a ways down the hall, Garrett pulled on Ellie's hand and forced her to stop walking.
"What?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"You gotta stop talking to them about our sex life," Garrett ran a hand down his face.
"Oh calm down," she placed a hand on his chest, "I'm just messing around."
Garrett grabbed her hand as she started dragging it down his abdomen, pulling it away from his shirt. "But they're not. You know that they could actually physically kill me."
"Stop," Ellie rolled her eyes, wiggling her wrist out of his grasp and reaching up to place it on his cheek. Garrett sighed and looked down at her as she began rubbing her thumb along his chin, the stubble on his face pricking her skin.
"I just don't want to cause problems with your family," Garrett groaned.
"You're not," Ellie shook her head, "You know that they like you. They're just protective of me."
"I'm protective of you too, you know," Garrett said quietly as he turned his head quickly, making sure they were alone in the hallway before he slowly reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning down to gently kiss her neck.
"Are you now," Ellie smirked as she bent her head down to deny him access, forcing him to back his face away and look at her in the eyes.
"Yup, no one's gonna hurt my Winnie," he chuckled, leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on her nose.
"You know I hate it when you call me that," she rolled her eyes and tried to push him away from her, which only made him pull her closer.
"I think it's a pretty clever nickname," Garrett said quietly.
"Oh yeah," Ellie scoffed, pulling her upper half back to look up at him with a smirk, "Going from calling me Winchester to Winnie was really clever, babe."
Garrett took a deep breath as he looked down at her in his arms, a small smile on his face. Ellie cocked an eyebrow and tilted her head in confusion.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You're just so damn beautiful," he whispered before bending his head down and pressing his lips against hers. Ellie let out a sigh as they kissed, her arms reaching up to wrap around his neck. She began playing with the hair on the back of his head, giving a slight tug. Garrett moaned into her mouth before pulling away, looking down at her with hooded eyes.
"You know what that does to me," he growled, breathing heavily before moving forward to try and kiss her again.
"Too bad you want to follow my dad's rules," Ellie smirked, grabbing his hands and peeling them off of her, backing up a few feet with her arms outstretched.
"That's just mean," Garrett whined, about to step forward again when they heard footsteps coming from down the hall. Ellie shot him a quick wink before turning around and heading towards the sound.
"Ellie?" Sam came jogging down the hall, sighing when he found the two of them.
"What's wrong?" Ellie furrowed her brow, recognizing that something had happened by her father's demeanor alone.
"Um," his eyes flickered over to Garrett, then back to Ellie, "Can I talk to you alone?"
"What? Why?" Ellie crossed her arms as Dean and Cass joined the group in the hallway.
"Hey Garrett, let's go grab a snack," Dean walked up to the younger man and draped an arm around his shoulder, guiding him down the hall towards the kitchen. Garrett turned his head back, giving Ellie a quick wave before they turned around a corner.
"Dad, what's going on?" Ellie was starting to get worried.
"Ellie, listen," he began, placing his hands on her shoulders and bending over so their faces were close, "I need you to stay calm, okay?"
"You're scaring me," she said quietly, breathing heavily.
Sam took a deep breath and dropped his hands from her shoulders, closing his eyes for a moment.
"It's Addy."
Ellie felt her heart drop into her stomach. Her eyes widened drastically and her mouth fell open as she drew a swift shaky breath. Adeline—Addy—was Garrett's older sister, just one year older than him. She wasn't nearly as involved in the hunting life as Garrett or his parents, and she was currently attending college at the University of Kansas with plans to become a pediatrician after she graduated.
It was this reason that Ellie had no idea what her father could be talking about.
Sam seemed to sense that Ellie was about to ask, so he nodded, "She got kidnapped. The authorities think that it's just a normal abduction, but Garth found sulfur at the scene."
"So demons," Ellie fought to take a couple deep breathes, "Did you call Crowley?"
"Not yet," Sam shook his head, "Garth asked us to tell Garrett, they didn't want to tell him over the phone."
"Okay," Ellie nodded, wrapping her arms around herself as she felt her eyes begin to well with tears, "I…I don't think I can tell him."
"I can do it," Sam stepped forward and placed his hand on her cheek, "Don't worry about it. I'll have Cass call Crowley, and Dean and I can tell Garrett."
"Okay," Ellie swallowed, looking down at the floor, "He's going to completely freak out."
"I know," Sam sighed, putting his hands on his hips. "You want to be in the room when we tell him?"
"Yeah," she responded, taking a deep breath. "I just need a minute, he's going to be able to tell that something's wrong."
"Okay, just take a breath," Sam crosses his arms and watched as Ellie composed herself, taking a few deep breathes before she shook her head and wiped her eyes.
"I'm ready, let's go," she nodded, letting out a slow breath.
Sam turned and walked down the hallway towards the kitchen, Ellie directly behind him. She waited in the hall while Sam asked Cass to come out, leaning her head against the wall and trying to even out her breathing.
"I need you to call Crowley and ask him if he knows anything," Sam told Cass. The angel nodded and hurried down the hall, pulling out his cell phone. Sam looked at Ellie and raised his eyebrows, letting out a long breath.
"You ready?"
Ellie nodded and closed her eyes before turning and following her father into the kitchen. Garrett was standing along the far wall, one leg bent up and resting on the wall with his arms crossed and a concerned look on his face. When he saw Ellie walk in he immediately pushed off of the wall and rushed over to her, his brow furrowed.
"Are you okay? What's going on?" he rested one hand on her shoulder and the other on her cheek, his eyes flickering between her hazel orbs.
"I'm fine," she said quietly, trying to force a smile.
"Garrett, buddy," Sam sighed, pointing to the table where Dean was sitting, "Why don't you sit down?"
"What? Why?" Garrett turned and looked at Sam, then back to Ellie. She tried desperately to hide her emotions, but could feel tears begin to form in her eyes again. "Ellie..."
"Just sit down," Dean spoke softly, which is the main reason that Garrett began to worry. The young man nodded slowly and walked over to the table, sliding his hand into Ellie's as she sat next to him.
"Your Uncle Garth called me," Sam began.
"What?" Garrett interrupted loudly, squeezing Ellie's hand tightly, "Is it my mom? My dad?"
Sam let out a long breath and looked at Garrett with a saddened expression, his lips pressed tightly together as he slowly shook his head from side to side.
"Addy?" Garrett's voice cracked as he clenched his jaw. His eyes snapped over to Ellie, who had her eyes closed in an attempt to stop her tears from falling.
"She's missing," Dean added quietly as he stood next to Sam with his arms crossed.
"Missing?" Garrett repeated, pushing off of the chair and throwing his arms out to the side, "What happened?"
"We're not completely sure yet," Sam held a palm out, "But Garth found sulfur at the scene."
"So a goddamn demon has my sister," Garrett chuckled humorlessly, reaching his hands up to rest on his head as he closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and then dropped his arms, rushing towards the doorway. "I have to go find her."
"Whoa," Dean moved into his way, holding his hands on the younger man's chest, "You're not driving anywhere. We'll take you."
"No," Garrett began shaking his head quickly, sniffing and pursing his lips as his emotions began to overwhelm him, "I have to go, I have to—"
"Garrett," Ellie interrupted, hurrying over to shove Dean aside and stand in front of her boyfriend. "You know you can't do this alone."
"I know, but—"
"I know," Ellie reached up and placed a hand on his cheek. Garrett closed his eyes for a brief moment, and when he reopened them he had tears welled, making his eyes look even more blue than normal.
"I have to find her," he whispered shakily, shrugging.
"We will," Ellie forced a smile, rubbing her thumb along his face. "We'll find her."
"I'll go pack the car," Dean spoke up, nodding, "Ellie, go make yourself a bag, who knows how long we'll be in Lawrence."
Ellie let her hand fall from Garrett's face and placed it into his palm, pulling him gently towards the hallway.
"Come on, you can help me pack."
Sam watched as the young couple left the kitchen, then sighed and shook his head, "I hope we find her in time."
"Me too," Dean said quietly. "Me too."
A/N: Because who doesn't like a little angst with their dirty talking teenagers? Lol. Thanks for the reviews! : )